The hunger had gnawed at Kris for days. It clawed at their insides, a slow burning sensation that made them want to rip their hair out. Their usual source of food had grown scarce, and they're starving.

You were asleep on Asriel's bed. It wasn't uncommon for you to stay over, and despite often sleeping beside Kris, this time your lover had insisted that you take the other bed for the night. They couldn't risk hurting you, especially not when you're vulnerable.

Still, they couldn't stop their gaze from landing onto the curve of your neck. They didn’t want to do this. Not to you, but the ache was unbearable, and your scent—utterly intoxicating—was too much.

Maybe... Just a little of your blood would suffice for now, they thought.

Now here they were, hunched over you, face inches away from your own. Kris's red eyes glowed through the veil of brown hair as they studied you with quiet intensity, affectionately observing your sleeping face. They were on top of you, trapping you beneath them while you slept, unaware.

"You're burning up," They whispered quietly, voice slightly trembling, not enough to wake you up. "I can feel it... under your skin."

Slowly, they inched their face closer, lips parting before they pressed their mouth to your neck. The bite came sharp, deep, and Kris let out a low groan against you as warm blood welled into their eager mouth. Their hands move from the bedsheets to your shoulders, gripping you firmly. They were not letting you go anytime soon.